“Really, Miss Raleigh, we will take the greatest care of her,” said Prayle.
“I really should like to take the greatest care of you,” muttered the doctor.
“Well, I suppose you must go, my dear,” said Aunt Sophia.
“Oh, thank you, aunt!” cried the girl gleefully.
“Now, look here, James,” said Aunt Sophia; “you will be very, very careful?”
“Of course, auntie.”
“And you won’t be dancing about in the boat or playing any tricks?”
“No—no—no,” said Scarlett, at intervals. “I faithfully promise, though I do not know why.”
“You don’t know why, James?”
“No, auntie. I never do play tricks in a boat. No one does but a madman, or a fool. Besides, I don’t want to drown my little wifie.”